Pretty

Chapter 1: A Try-Hard

I woke up in my bed. I slowly got out of bed and walked across my room to my dresser, still feeling groggy. I grabbed my favorite pair of light blue shorts and my gray 'boyfriend' shirt and changed. I brushed my long, light blonde hair and put it in a messy bun. As I walked back to my bedside table to grab my phone, i heard my dad yell to me from downstairs.

"Emma! Breakfast! Hurry down and eat it so you have time to pack your lunch!"

"Coming dad!" I yelled back to him as i grabbed a pair of socks out of my dresser and my white Adidas shoes.

Before i walked out of my room, i stopped in front of my large mirror to examine myself. I must have zoned out because my dad walked into my room.

"You okay kiddo?"

"Huh? Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I responded.

"Well, i dont know if you heard me but i said you could bike to school if you wanted, i know you love doing that." He smiled at me.

"Oh, yeah, okay ill do that." I smiled back at him.

"Alright well come on down, i dont want you to be late for school."

"Okay im coming."

As he walked out of my room, i turned back to the mirror. I sighed as I turned back to the door and walked out of my room.

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I arrived at school on my light blue bike and walked it over to the bike rack.

I walked inside and trudged down the hall to my homeroom class. As i walked inside the classroom, I saw my friend Olive sitting at her desk alone, so i walked up to her and set my backpack down.

"Hey." I greeted her.

"Hey Em!" Her face brightened up as she saw me.

Then we both heard a voice loud and clear from behind us.

"Ew! Hahaha! Ugh and her hair! Oh my god i can't breatheeee." The voice laughed.

It was Hannah. She was the prettiest girl in school, besides Olive of course, except Olive wasn't a b*tch like Hannah.

"Guys you can see she tried so hard to look good today and it didn't work! I don't think shes capable of looking good EVER. Emma is SUCH a try-hard." Hannah laughed to her group of popular friends.

Olive clenched her fists, her face burning with anger. This happens somewhat often, but I learned to accept that i dont look good so i never think there's any point in trying to fight Hannah's words.

"Olive come on, dont try." I grab Olive's arm as she stands up from her chair to go over to Hannah.

"No. I'm doing it." She walks over to Hannah, and I can't hear them, but from what i noticed, Olive offended Hannah pretty badly because she got a smack in the face, which made ME boil with anger. Mess with me all you want, but dont lay a FINGER on someone i love.

I got up from my chair and marched right up to Hannah and said,

"You know what? I may be ugly as hell but at least i know my personality is okay. Yours needs a little work." I grab Olive and drag her back to her chair.

"Are you okay?" I ask her when i see her face is red from the slap.

"Yeah I'm okay, i just hate that they always do this! You aren't ugly! Theyre just jealous of you."

"Yeah..." I look down at my feet under the table and feel an empty pit in my stomach.

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I bike home and walk up to the front door of my house, pulling out my key. I put my key in the lock then open the door.

"Hey dad, im home" I say to my dad who is sitting at the kitchen table working on his laptop.

"Hey hon, how was school?"

"It was...." I thought for a second, "school." I concluded, making him laugh.

I walked up to my room and immediately dropped my bookbag and crossed my room to my mirror.

I continued turning from side to side, trying to find a flattering angle.

I finally flopped onto my bed in anger, frustrated that i don't look good.

I just wanted one day, one day where I could look pretty and meet society's expectations.

But like Hannah said, i was just "a try-hard".

A/N
Hi guys! So if you're reading this because you read a part of my mileven book, this is NOT MILEVEN.

This is a book that I wanted to write because i constantly feel bad about my image, and writing (whether its songs or a book) is how i cope with things.

I should write a song about this. I'll do that when i get home. BTW, im not in Italy anymore like i was when i was writing mileven, now I'm back in the USA but im on my way home from my beach house in florida. IM NOT RICH BTW I JUST TRAVEL A LOT

Ok well this is gonna be more on the "deep" side of things so don't expect a lot of fluffy stuff

Alright well i dont know when ill update this again but tHaTs All fOr nOw fOLks

-Sage